Celine and Franco had been married for a year, but Celine was completely unaware of the true reason behind Franco's decision to marry her. Following the passing of Franco's grandfather, he became more distant and cold towards her. Until one day, Franco shockingly filed for divorce and revealed that he had only married her to secure his inheritance from his grandfather. He even went as far as accusing her of being a gold digger and introduced another woman to her. Driven by anger, pain, and resentment, Celine signed the divorce papers and left without taking a single penny from Franco. She wanted to prove that she was not after his money. Just at that time, she discovered she was pregnant, and she made a promise to herself to protect her child from her ex-husband. After dedicating five years of hard work to building her own business, Celine turn up as a successful CEO, a powerful and influential woman known worldwide. She had risen to power and independently raised her son. However, one day, Franco expressed his desire to win her back and be a father to their son. The question remained: would she allow him to enter her life again?, or would she make him suffer for causing her pain?
View MoreFRANCO’S POVThe next morning, I awoke with a throbbing headache, the remnants of last night's drunken stupor. In a desperate attempt to numb the pain of my broken heart and to forget my problems in the company, I had drowned myself in liquor. I'm also seeking solace from the memories of Celine who had haunted my thoughts since I saw her the previous evening.Five years had passed since I had made the stupid decision to leave her for Athena, my current wife—a woman who had proven to be nothing but a gold digger and heartless shell.As I stumbled out of bed, Athena's shrill voice pierced the morning air from our adjacent bedroom.“Franco, you're a useless drunkard! How could you ignore all those calls from the company? You're supposed to be the CEO, not some incompetent fool!”Her words stung like a whip, tearing open the wounds that had been festering within me for years. I had lost everything that mattered: my love and respect. All because I had allowed myself to be blinded by Athena
My heart skipped a beat as I rushed out of my room and into Connor's. As I crossed the threshold, my eyes fell upon my precious son lying in bed, his face pale and drawn. Martha hovered over him, her hands trembling as she wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead."What's wrong, Martha?" I asked, my voice thick with concern."He has a high fever, Madam," Martha replied. "He's been burning up for hours."A wave of panic washed over me as I realized the gravity of the situation. Connor had always been a healthy child, and I had never seen him so sick before. I frantically checked his temperature, and the reading sent shivers down my spine: 104 degrees Fahrenheit."We need to take him to the hospital, now!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in desperation.Martha nodded in agreement and rushed to gather Connor's things. As we bundled him into the car, I couldn't shake the fear that gnawed at my heart.The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios,
My stomach twisted. The question, so innocent and simple, felt like a punch to the gut. I frowned, trying to mask the pain that flared within me.“I don’t know, Martha,” I said, my voice flat. “And frankly, I don’t care anymore.”“But…” Martha started, clearly unconvinced.“We’re fine without him,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended.“Connor is happy, we’re happy. It’s not important.”I added.I could feel Martha’s gaze on me, her concern growing. I knew she saw through my facade, knew that the truth was far more complicated. I couldn’t bear to explain, to relive the pain, the betrayal, the utter devastation.I remember how Franco banished me from our home. He had filed for divorce, claiming he had found someone else, someone better, someone who could give him what I couldn’t. The details of his betrayal, the words he had used, the way he had treated me, still haunted me.“Madam, you can’t just pretend he doesn’t exist,” Martha said gently, her voice filled with concern. “
My heart sank. Gossip. It was always a delicate dance in the office, but this was crossing a line. I stopped in my tracks, my smile fading. I couldn't let them talk about me like this.I approached them, my voice firm, “Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I'm afraid I have to address this.”The group fell silent, their eyes widening in surprise. The employee who had started the gossip, a young woman named Sarah, cleared her throat nervously.“Oh, Ms. Winston, we were just...”“You were gossiping about my personal life,” I finished for her, my voice unwavering. “And I won't have it.”Sarah's face flushed red. “But we were just...”“Just what?” I asked, my patience thinning.“Just speculating about my romantic life? Just assuming things about my past? Do you know what it's like to be judged and dissected without even a shred of understanding?”The others in the group looked uncomfortable, their eyes darting between me and Sarah.“I'm not asking you to be my fr
My breath hitched in my throat. I was shocked. “Saw your father? Where, honey?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.“In my dream,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “He was tall and had kind eyes. He was smiling.”I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. It was just a dream, I told myself. But a shiver ran down my spine. It was impossible for him to have seen his father, Franco. Connor had no idea who his father was. I'd kept that part of his life a secret, a painful wound I hadn't yet been ready to open."What did your father say in your dream?" I asked, trying to sound calm."He said he loved me, Mommy," he said, beaming. "He said he missed me."A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. Relief that he was happy in his dream, fear that this might be something more, and a deep, aching loneliness that I couldn't quite place. I couldn't breathe. The thought of him possibly seeing Franco, the man who had broken my heart and abandoned me, sent a cold dread through me. But I knew
CELINE’S POVIt was like a punch to the gut, a rush of memories and pain flooding back. I immediately turned my back and ran to the parking lot. My legs were shaky, and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my back, even though I was already halfway across the parking lot.It was an unfortunate twist of fate. Of all the places in the world, he had to be here. And of all the times, after all these years, I had to run into him. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. It's an unfortunate to see my fucking ex-husband again. I can't forget how he hurt me. How he filed for divorce, how he married another woman, how he accused me of being a gold digger."Fuck you, Franco!"I muttered under my breath."I will not let my son recognize you as his father. "Never!"The memory of his betrayal, his callous words, his cold indifference, still stung. It was like a fresh wound, raw and exposed. I had spent years rebuilding my life, trying to forget him, trying t
"Can you say that name again?"I frowned."Ms.Celine Winston. Why?" I asked."She's my ex-wife," I stammered.The air hung heavy with a mix of shock and confusion. Harvey stared at me with wide eyes.“Is she your ex-wife? “he asked in disbelief as his eyes widened.“Y---Yes”“What the hell! Are you really serious about this? Is she really your ex-wife?!” Harvey's voice was a mix of disbelief and awe.My heart sank. I had never told him about Celine. The guilt of leaving her had been a heavy weight on my shoulders. “Yes, it's Celine Winston,” I confirmed, my voice a mere whisper.“The woman I left to marry Athena.”Harvey's reaction was a mixture of shock and disappointment. He had always admired Celine from afar, seeing her as a successful businesswoman, a powerful woman who had built an empire in the media world. He had even confessed to me earlier that he fantasized about her.“Celine, the CEO of CLN? The Celine Winston who is the most influencial woman in FTM media from the ground
The woman turned, her face coming into view. It was Celine, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of surprise and an indiscernible emotion. My heart raced in my chest, a chaotic symphony of feelings battling for control.I cautiously approached her, my steps unsure, my mind racing. But just as I was about to reach out, my phone buzzed in my pocket, abruptly interrupting the delicate moment. It was Harvey, his voice booming through the speaker, demanding to know my whereabouts."I'm right outside," I replied, my voice strained."I'll be there soon.""Get a move on, man!" Harvey barked before abruptly ending the call.I stared at the phone in my hand, my heart sinking. Celine had vanished. I frantically looked around, but she had disappeared as if she had never been there. Disappointment washed over me, leaving me feeling lost and disoriented.With a heavy sigh, I shook my head in frustration. It was a mere illusion, a figment of my imagination, I reassured myself. Celine was gone, a
FRANCO'S POVAs I strode into the conference room, my gaze swept across the assembled faces. A sense of urgency permeated the air as I immediately addressed the company's pressing problem.“Everyone please pay attention” I said calmly."Our financial struggles are a serious concern," I stated resolutely."We need to identify the root cause and implement solutions without delay."I instructed my team to conduct a thorough investigation into the financial department. "Leave no stone unturned," I emphasized. "We must find the anomaly that has led to these losses."As the team dispersed, one of the members approached me hesitantly. His eyes held a mixture of trepidation and concern."Sir," he began in a hushed tone, "I have something I need to share. It's... personal."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."“You wife, Athena, has been receiving large sums of money from the company's account," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper.A chill ran down my spine as I processed this shockin
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